Against the Wall (A Bad Boy Romance) Page 3

  “I’m here, Madelyn. No one is going to get you,” I promised.

  She quieted and grew still. Slowly, her eyes opened, and she looked up at me. “He was here. He was coming after me again.”

  “No one’s here. It’s just you and me.”

  “Promise?”

  “I swear there’s no one here but us. You’re safe, Madelyn.”

  “Will you stay with me?”

  It would be hell to hold her all night, but I wasn’t going to leave her alone if she was that damn scared. I opened the bedside table drawer and almost smiled at the small collection of toys she had tucked in there. Not wanting to mess up any of her vibrators, I stuck the gun on the shelf below the drawer.

  Madelyn curled against me, with her head on my chest and her leg thrown across my thigh. I tucked the blanket around her again so she wouldn’t catch a chill, and I closed my eyes. Sleeping was impossible with such a delectable woman tucked against me. She made the cutest sounds in her sleep. I couldn’t remember the last time I fell asleep holding a woman, couldn’t remember having more than a one-night stand in my entire life.

  My cock was so damn hard I worried it would break through my boxer briefs. It had been a few weeks since I’d been with a woman, and Madelyn was just too damn tempting. After what she’d been through, the last thing she needed was me lusting after her like some teen who couldn’t control himself.

  Her soft hand drifted down my abdomen to the waistband of my briefs. My cock jerked in response. Her breath ghosted across my skin as she sighed. Madelyn shifted again, and her knee rose, sliding up my leg to rest just under my balls. If she was intent on killing me, she was doing a damn good job of it.

  “I need a shower,” she mumbled against me.

  The thought of her soaking wet with soap sliding down her long legs didn’t help my situation any. I shifted in an effort to get her a little further away from the danger zone. All she did was snuggle closer.

  “I’ll keep watch out here if you want to get cleaned up,” I offered.

  Her hand slid a little further down until her palm slid across my very erect cock. “Or you could join me.”

  My brain short-circuited. That was the only explanation. Surely, she hadn’t just suggested that we shower together?

  She looked up at me. “I’d feel so much safer with you in there with me.”

  The mischievous look in her eyes told me that it had nothing to do with safety. Maybe the princess wanted me as much as I wanted her, but I still wondered if it wasn’t in response to what had happened to her. There wasn’t a textbook way to react to being attacked. Maybe she needed to feel closer to someone?

  She tried to shove me off the bed and I stood up, not wanting her to hurt herself. Madelyn slid off the bed and grasped my hand, leading me into the bathroom. The room was about as big as my bedroom at home, with a shower that was definitely big enough for two. She started the water and turned to face me as she shimmied out of her shorts and tossed her tee on the floor. Her swimsuit was just as appealing as it had been out by the pool. When she reached for the strings holding it in place around her neck, my heart gave a kick.

  “Are you sure about this, Madelyn?” I asked. “Maybe you should call one of your friends if you need to feel close to someone.”

  She stopped and stared. “Is that what you think? That I want you to shower with me just because I need to feel close to someone?”

  I shrugged.

  “Grady, I want you to shower with me because you’re hot as fuck and all I’ve thought about since I opened my door to you that first day was getting into your pants. I want you, Grady. I need you. But it has nothing to do with what happened today.”

  My gaze traced the curves of her body. “In that case, princess, strip.”

  She gave me a saucy smile as she pulled the strings on her top until it fell to the floor at her feet. She shimmied out of the bottoms, and my mouth went dry at the absolute perfection of her. Madelyn came a little closer, reaching for me. Her fingers skimmed along my abdomen and my muscles tensed under her light touch.

  I arched a brow as I stared down at her. “Well, what are you waiting for, princess? You going to unwrap that monster cock, or have you changed your mind?”

  She peeled my boxer briefs down my legs, and I kicked them away, my cock springing free. I didn’t brag -- often -- but I had been more than a little blessed in that department. A good ten inches and too big around for her to hold me with one hand. Her eyes widened. “You want it?” I asked her.

  She nodded.

  “How much do you want it? You want it bad enough to wrap those pretty lips around it?”

  Madelyn whimpered a little as she fell to her knees.

  I touched her cheek. “If it’s too much at any time, stop. I only want this if it’s good for both of us.”

  “I’ll make it so good for you, Grady.”

  I had no doubt that she would. I bet my little angel could take me straight to heaven. Her tongue lapped at the head of my cock before she fitted those luscious lips around it. Her mouth was hot, wet, and so fucking good I never wanted to leave. She sucked and licked my dick like a damn pro. When she pulled back, her tongue flicked the underside of my cock before she swallowed me down again.

  “Baby, I’m gonna blow. If you can’t take it, pull away now and wrap those dainty little hands around me.”

  She sucked harder, and my balls drew up. There was a tingling at the base of my spine, and then I was coming. I watched her through heavy lidded eyes as she swallowed every drop. It seemed my angel was as talented as a porn star, and I couldn’t wait to find out what else she could do.

  Madelyn climbed to her feet and gave me a hesitant look. “Was that okay?”

  “Okay? You blew my mind, princess. What do you say we take that shower before the water gets cold?”

  She stepped under the spray, and I followed her, then shut the glass door. The water soaked her honey gold hair and droplets fell from her hard nipples. I reached for her shower gel and lathered my hands before reaching for her. I pulled her out from under the water and massaged the soap into her skin, starting at her throat and working my way down to her cute little toes. Her bare pussy beckoned to me, and I wanted a taste more than anything, but I wasn’t going to rush. Who knew when I’d get my hands on a woman like Madelyn ever again?

  I lathered her hair and helped her rinse before quickly washing. I turned my back to her in order to rinse my cock and felt her hands coast along my skin. It seemed she wasn’t done with me yet, and I smiled a little. I’d had women hunger for me before, but no one like her. She could have any man she wanted with a snap of her fingers, but for some reason she wanted me. I was going to enjoy every minute while it lasted.

  There was a little bench on the other end of the shower, and I picked her up and set her down on it. Sinking to my knees at her feet, I spread her legs wide and leaned down to take a taste of paradise. The tang of her arousal coated my tongue as I speared her folds and fucked her tight little pussy.

  “Grady!”

  I took my time exploring, paying special attention to her hard, little clit, and going back for more of her honey. It wasn’t long before she was practically riding my face and begging me for more.

  “What do you want?” I asked, my tone harsh from my arousal.

  “You. I want you, Grady. Make me yours.”

  “We’re taking this to the bedroom,” I told her as I shut off the water.

  I tossed her a towel as I quickly dried myself off, and then I threw her over my shoulder and carried her into the bedroom. She hit the bed with a bounce and a giggle. I covered her with my body, kissing her with a hunger I’d never felt before. Her lips were sweet, almost as sweet as the honey I’d sampled in the shower. My cock brushed against her thigh, the tip getting wet from her slick pussy.

  “Last chance to back out,” I told her.

  “Never.” She smiled. “I’ve wanted you for days, Grady.”

  “Then who am I to deny
a princess what she wants?”

  I sank into her warmth one inch at a time, giving her body time to adjust. She might not be a virgin, but she was about as tight as one. She hooked her legs over my thighs, opening herself to me. I filled her until my balls brushed against her. I couldn’t decide if it was heaven or hell being inside of her. Her satin walls encased me like a glove, and all I could think about was driving into her until I found my release, but I’d be damned if I’d use her like that. Fuck! I’d never been inside a woman without a condom before, but for some reason I didn’t want any barriers between us.

  “You feel amazing,” she said, as she gripped my biceps.

  “No, princess. You’re the one who feels amazing.”

  And I meant every damn word. She felt incredible as I thrust into her welcoming heat. Our hips slapped together as I pounded that sweet pussy. Her fingers clawed at my arms and shoulders, and her lips were parted on a silent scream. As her body arched into mine, going tense as she threw her head back, I felt her pussy clamp down and try to milk every drop of cum from my balls. I kept thrusting until I had nothing left to give.

  Her eyes slowly opened, and she gave me a dreamy smile. “Best. Sex. Ever.”

  I chuckled and kissed her softly. “I would have to agree.”

  “Maybe we should rest and then see if it gets better the second time.”

  My cock grew hard just at the mention of having her again, and I stroked in and out of her a few times. “Why wait when we can go again right now?”

  Her eyes widened and her mouth formed an “O” as I tried to take us to paradise for the second time.

  Chapter Four

  Madelyn

  I had aches and twinges in the best of places the next morning. With a smile on my face, I cracked some eggs into a bowl, added a little milk, and beat them until they were nice and frothy. I had a skillet warming on the stove and some bacon in the oven. Grady was doing a perimeter check, or something like that, as I scrambled our eggs. I added a dash of salt and pepper as they cooked. After I pulled the eggs off the stove and added them to our plates, I popped four pieces of bread into the toaster.

  By the time Grady came inside, breakfast was ready, and our plates were on the table, accompanied by a glass of juice for each of us. He smiled when he saw the food and held my chair out for me. When I sat, he brushed a kiss against my cheek before claiming his own seat.

  “Breakfast looks great,” he said.

  “I’m not the best cook in the world, but even I can scramble eggs.”

  “Hey, don’t knock it. Scrambling eggs takes talent. I always end up making mine too dry.”

  “You’re probably cooking them at too high a temp. Do you put milk in them?”

  He shook his head.

  “Try that next time.”

  “Is there anything you need to do today? Or are we just staying around the house?”

  “I should probably go to the grocery store at some point. Did you want to work on the deck some more? Or did you want a day off from it?”

  “I’d like to get it finished, but it won’t hurt to leave it alone today. I think I have about two more days before it’s wrapped up.”

  “After breakfast, we can head out to the grocery and get it out of the way. If you want to work on the deck later, I can hang out by the pool so you can still keep an eye on me. You’re going to be so tired of me by the time this is over.”

  Grady winked. “No chance of that happening.”

  I twirled my fork in my hand. “You know, if you really wanted to keep an eye on me all the time, you could just move your things into my bedroom.”

  He stopped chewing and stared at me.

  “Only if you want to.”

  “Careful there, princess. Inviting me into your bed for more than just a good time could have dire consequences.”

  “Like what?”

  He grinned a little. “Like maybe I won’t want to leave.”

  I didn’t have a problem with that. Telling him that probably wasn’t the best idea, though. Grady had a look in his eyes like he’d be happy throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me off to the bedroom. Hell. The kitchen counter was closer. After breakfast, I put the dishes in the dishwasher and convinced Grady that it made more sense to take my parents’ SUV. I hadn’t been able to part with it after their deaths and still used it sometimes. My dad’s Corvette had been totaled in the accident that took their lives, and I’d put the insurance money into a savings account.

  In the garage, I handed him the keys to the SUV and climbed into the passenger’s seat. He reluctantly got behind the wheel and turned the car on.

  “Are you sure you want me driving this?” he asked. “It had to have cost a fortune.”

  “It mostly sits in the garage, Grady. It’s fine. Really.”

  He handled the car like a pro as he maneuvered the streets of the town. The grocery store parking lot was only half-full since it was still early in the morning. I slid my hand into his as we walked to the front door. The doors opened automatically, and we stepped into the cool interior of the store. I was reluctant to release Grady’s hand to grab a shopping cart. He seemed to read my mind and pulled me in front of him, caging me between his arms as he pushed the cart.

  His lips pressed against my cheek and butterflies took flight in my stomach. As we tossed things into the cart, I spotted Bradley across the store. I tensed, wanting to turn around and run, but Grady steadily moved us forward.

  “I see him,” he assured me, which made me wonder if he’d looked Bradley up on the internet at some point. How did he know who Bradley was?

  “Can’t we just leave and come back later?” I asked.

  “No running, princess. Besides, he needs to see that you aren’t alone. Might make him think twice about coming back around.”

  I nodded, but I was still scared as hell.

  It didn’t take long for Bradley to see us, and I was pleased to see both surprise and a hint of fear on his face when he saw Grady with me. He straightened and headed our way. I didn’t have any clue what to say to the man. He’d assaulted me, and because of who his family was, he was going to get away with it. Guys like Bradley made me sick, and unfortunately, they ran rampant in my world. Maybe I should give it all up and move into Grady’s bungalow with him.

  Whoa. What. The. Fuck. Did I seriously just think of moving in with Grady after one night? Even I wasn’t dumb enough to think that would work. A guy like him would have multiple women ready to do his bidding. I didn’t kid myself into thinking I was something special. Just because he’d wanted me didn’t mean he wanted happily-ever-after with me. There had been no soft words between us, and I doubted there ever would be.

  Bradley stopped his cart next to ours and gave me a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Good to see you, Madelyn.”

  “You saw me yesterday.”

  He cast Grady a nervous glance. “It was all just a misunderstanding, of course.”

  Grady tensed behind me.

  “So, you mistakenly hit me in the face multiple times?” I asked, feeling far braver than normal. I knew even if my mouth got me into trouble that Grady would protect me.

  A flash of anger lit up his eyes a moment before he could control it. But it was too late. I’d seen it, and I was certain Grady had too. Bradley might portray himself one way to the world, but he was a vicious asshole underneath the pristine shirts and pressed slacks. You could wrap evil up and put a bow on it, but eventually the darkness would taint the outer wrappings.

  “Is he the reason you denied me?” Bradley asked with a jerk of his chin in Grady’s direction.

  Please don’t let Grady be mad at me. “Yes. We’ve been seeing each other. We’re even living together.” It wasn’t completely a lie. And while I’d known Bradley my entire life, we hadn’t been hanging out much since my parents died. I was almost certain he wouldn’t know that I’d been living alone all this time, unless someone had mentioned it to him.

  Bradley paled a litt
le. “Living together?”

  Yeah, asshole, and he’s going to kick your ass if you come near me again.

  “What can I say? It’s hard to deny the princess anything she wants,” Grady said, giving my waist a squeeze.

  “The truck out front of your house yesterday,” Bradley stammered.

  “I had an errand to run,” Grady said. Then he leaned in close to Bradley. “If you ever so much as darken her doorstep again, if there’s even a hint of your preppy stench near the place, I’ll make sure your body is never identified and all the pieces aren’t found.”

  Bradley turned damn near green, stammered something unintelligible, and bolted out of the store, leaving his cart behind. I turned and looked up at Grady, wondering if he was angry with me for my deception. Technically, he had moved in with me, even if it was only temporary.

  He studied me, his gaze unwavering, and I locked my knees. It was an intimidating stare. His eyes gave nothing away, no hint of anger, humor, anything. They were blank, almost as if no one was home. Then that gaze dropped and scanned my body before coming back up. Oh yeah, Grady was in there. And that look said he wanted in me.

  “Grady, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”

  He slammed his mouth down on mine, his tongue flicking against mine as he dominated me right in the middle of the produce. I melted under his masterful seduction, my hands clutching at his shirt to remain upright. When he pulled away, there was a hunger blazing in his eyes that made my panties damp and had me whimpering with need.

  “You’ve done it now, princess.”

  “Wh-what have I done?”

  “You just declared that you’re mine in front of everyone in this store. And I never let go of anything that’s mine.”

  “Yours?” I squeaked.

  He leaned down, his nose brushing against mine. “Mine,” he said with a hint of growl to his voice. “And when we get out of this store, I’m very much going to show you just how much you belong to me. When I’m done with you, there will be no doubt in that pretty head of yours that I own your ass.”